Poems about Children
#children
Poems about children and parenthood, the love and responsibility of having children. Poetry about raising children in society, and the influence family and social pressures have on their development.
TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 1:11pm
13th Oct 2020 1:11pm
Old Grey Shed
As the frost grows on that old shed we built that summer
The weathered wood we've tried our best to hide
The warped floors creak and the faded doors squeak
But it's filled with all the treasures we left inside
I remember when that old grey shed was young
And the rotted boards were both sturdy and strong
We were both bold and brave, and we didn't behave
And the memories we made were never wrong
Chorus::
Cause that's the way life goes
There's nothing wrong with growing old
We do what we can
Then leave it for the...
The weathered wood we've tried our best to hide
The warped floors creak and the faded doors squeak
But it's filled with all the treasures we left inside
I remember when that old grey shed was young
And the rotted boards were both sturdy and strong
We were both bold and brave, and we didn't behave
And the memories we made were never wrong
Chorus::
Cause that's the way life goes
There's nothing wrong with growing old
We do what we can
Then leave it for the...
#children
#family
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 9:12am
13th Oct 2020 9:12am
(My)Country Tis'o Thee / Panem et Circenses: Sanguis Ostende
Rotten foundations repainted
wit unrelenting
frequency.
Unrepentant Founding Fathers
are re'guilded regularly wit
the best fake gold
That money can buy.
Our ancient, man-made stu-
pidity rules Our
rhetorical roost,
as thee populace doth
crave more material
reality
with which to stuff it's guts.
~~~Just like i them olde timey
bread and circus
bloodshows. ~~~
...
wit unrelenting
frequency.
Unrepentant Founding Fathers
are re'guilded regularly wit
the best fake gold
That money can buy.
Our ancient, man-made stu-
pidity rules Our
rhetorical roost,
as thee populace doth
crave more material
reality
with which to stuff it's guts.
~~~Just like i them olde timey
bread and circus
bloodshows. ~~~
...
#children
#women
#men
#historical
#nonfiction
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Insiderew
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Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 9:25am
12th Oct 2020 9:25am
Troglodyte
The troglodyte comes out at night
comes out at night to play,
the troglodyte delights in night
and rarely comes out by day
by day by day,
and rarely comes out by day.
The troll and his mate
in a terrible state
in a terrible state by day
they both sunshine hate,
but never ever hesitate
to come out at night, to play.
Oh, the troglodyte so full of fright
so full of fright by day,
is at night, such a terrble sight
that he frightens the trolls away
away, he frightens the trolls away.
so if you see, by...
comes out at night to play,
the troglodyte delights in night
and rarely comes out by day
by day by day,
and rarely comes out by day.
The troll and his mate
in a terrible state
in a terrible state by day
they both sunshine hate,
but never ever hesitate
to come out at night, to play.
Oh, the troglodyte so full of fright
so full of fright by day,
is at night, such a terrble sight
that he frightens the trolls away
away, he frightens the trolls away.
so if you see, by...
#children
#lyrics
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
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10 Comments
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 7:33am
9th Oct 2020 7:33am
A Night to Remember: A Prequel to Among the Fallen Angels
I left the babysitter at home with my three daughters. Rebecca, Elizabeth, and Leah were my everything, and I was nervous to leave them without their parents for the first time. My wife, Shannon, and I needed a date night desperately. After having triplets 3 years ago, all of our time and energy was spent raising our children, and we had no time to think about ourselves. We had reserved a table for two at the fanciest restaurant in town, The Algonquin, and have been waiting for weeks. Shannon and I had become more distant lately, yet I couldn’t figure out the reason. Could it be working...
#love
#children
#God
#Christian
#separation
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 2:00am
7th Oct 2020 2:00am
How Did We Love And Lose?
Angélique, you did not meet me by chance
We grew up together in the same home
Two lovable children formed a special bond
We used to play hide-and-seek in the park
And we would scare the meadowlarks away
Darling, these things are not easy to forget
The years went by and your body changed
Something happened to our hearts
We began to look at each other in a different way
And our embrace gave us a different feeling
When we were old enough to make love
This was a new and enjoyable experience to us
We felt that we were made for...
We grew up together in the same home
Two lovable children formed a special bond
We used to play hide-and-seek in the park
And we would scare the meadowlarks away
Darling, these things are not easy to forget
The years went by and your body changed
Something happened to our hearts
We began to look at each other in a different way
And our embrace gave us a different feeling
When we were old enough to make love
This was a new and enjoyable experience to us
We felt that we were made for...
#love
#children
#childhood
#home
#birds
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Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 3rd Oct 2020 9:01pm
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
Children’s Lessons in America
Mamí talked for weeks about the trip before we got in that old truck.
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
#children
#politics
#CallToAction
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 1:20pm
3rd Oct 2020 1:20pm
Gaslight
I calmly go inside to dim the lights,
All Hallows’ Eve, my favorite time of year.
My home’s an old Victorian by night
To meet & greet the ghosts & goblins here.
The mood of gaslight adds a mystery;
I calmly go inside to dim the lights.
The evening’s like my favorite China tea,
Each child who visits me is my delight.
Selecting younger ones as tender bites,
They quickly disappear in little cakes.
I calmly go inside to dim the lights,
Enticing those who come with treats I bake.
I shine my pumpkin...
All Hallows’ Eve, my favorite time of year.
My home’s an old Victorian by night
To meet & greet the ghosts & goblins here.
The mood of gaslight adds a mystery;
I calmly go inside to dim the lights.
The evening’s like my favorite China tea,
Each child who visits me is my delight.
Selecting younger ones as tender bites,
They quickly disappear in little cakes.
I calmly go inside to dim the lights,
Enticing those who come with treats I bake.
I shine my pumpkin...
#children
#night
#Halloween
#food
#ghosts
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12 Comments
PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 7:40am
2nd Oct 2020 7:40am
Vow
May these words
be the first
To find your ears
The world is brighter
than the sun
Now that you're here
I'll give you everything I have
I'll teach you everything I know
I will always hold you close
But I will learn to let you go
I will soften every edge
I'll hold the world to its best,
With every heartbeat I have left
I will defend your every breath
Сause you are loved
more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days
To prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize ...
be the first
To find your ears
The world is brighter
than the sun
Now that you're here
I'll give you everything I have
I'll teach you everything I know
I will always hold you close
But I will learn to let you go
I will soften every edge
I'll hold the world to its best,
With every heartbeat I have left
I will defend your every breath
Сause you are loved
more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days
To prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize ...
#love
#children
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1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
Why I Hate Guns
This article is about my hatred of guns. When I was a teenager, I thought it would be cool to own a gun, but I changed my mind. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of these people who wants to disarm America. I have no problem with people owning a gun or guns. But only if they are responsible. If you are an irresponsible gun owner, you should have your gun or guns taken away immediately.
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
#children
#death
#tragedy #nonfiction
#tragedy #nonfiction
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Ahavati
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 6:51pm
24th Sep 2020 6:51pm
Perspective
There are never adequate words
to describe the loss of a child—
that is what you must realize
when extending sympathies
Each child is individual, unique
in their own respective existence;
there is an emptiness regardless
of how many siblings remain
Things not to say to a mother
grieving the death of her child:
"At least you have more children"
"At least you have the other twin"
"Did he just die, or commit suicide?"
"At least you had years with him;
some lose them at birth, ...
to describe the loss of a child—
that is what you must realize
when extending sympathies
Each child is individual, unique
in their own respective existence;
there is an emptiness regardless
of how many siblings remain
Things not to say to a mother
grieving the death of her child:
"At least you have more children"
"At least you have the other twin"
"Did he just die, or commit suicide?"
"At least you had years with him;
some lose them at birth, ...
#grief
#mother
#children
#family
#death
246 reads
64 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 3:16pm
7th Sep 2020 3:16pm
Mob Of Heroes to the Rescue! Two Girls Saved!
Couldn’t stop smiling
after seeing hordes
breaking down doors
police standing by
waiting for orders
while two children
are rescued
from sex trafficking!
Now this is a mob
I support!
after seeing hordes
breaking down doors
police standing by
waiting for orders
while two children
are rescued
from sex trafficking!
Now this is a mob
I support!
#hope
#children
#inspirational
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